mandag den 20. maj 2024

Poetry Monday :: Pizza

Poetry Monday is a challenge, normally hosted by Diane at On the Border. But starting this January she's taking a break due to health issues, and Messymimi and I have conspired to keep the chair warm for her. We will each set the topics for one month, I began with January, Mimi supplied for February, and so on until Diane returns.

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Today's word is
Pizza  ~  The sun is shining, the trees are green, it's time to dig, and sow, and weed, and rearrange, and, and, and ... But still I like thinking up poems, this time just a short one.

A pizza is a nice, round thing
One of the pleasures hungers bring
Bottom made of crispy bread,
on it spread tomatoes red,
Mushrooms white and melting cheese,
ham and shrimps my palate please.

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And a bonus. Pizza made me think of this totally crazy German song called "Ich bin ein Döner" (I am a döner kebab).
If any Germans around -- Hallo Iris und Karen Myyrätohtori -- Ja ich höre gern Deutsche Partyschlagersänger ;) Und korrigieren Sie bitte alle Fehler.

The refrain goes like this in German:
Baguette macht fett,
Sushi macht wuschi,
Pizza macht spitzer,
aber Döner macht schöner.

Let's try that in English:
Baguette makes fat,
Sushi makes woozy,
Pizza makes spiteful (or maybe horny - my German slang is dated! - 20 years since we stayed there)
but Döner makes prettier.

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Next Monday: Politics

søndag den 19. maj 2024

Kulørt søndag ~ Colourful Sunday

I dag skinnede solen, og selv om vejmeldingen havde lovet en regnbyge, regnede den ikke lige her.

Today we had wonderful sunshine, and even though local showers were promised, they did not fall in our garden.
-- 🎨 -- 

Verden omkring os er meget farverig for øjeblikket.

The world around us is very colourful right now.


Rapsen blomstrer ~ Canola fields are flowering

Akelejerne blomstrer ~ The columbines are flowering

Den første valmue blomstrer ~ The first poppy is flowering

Det ser ud som om solen falder ind gennem blyindfattede vinduer, men sådan nogle det har vi altså ikke
In this photo it looks like the light is falling through stained glass, but our windows are plain white.

Meget lilla prydløg ~ Very purple Allium

Månen ~ The Moon

Og en orange blomst til månedens farve ~
Den gror på Månehøjen, og er nok en sommerblomst fra sidste år
Jeg aner ikke, hvad den hedder, og orange er nok den farve, det er allersværest at finde i Uglebo.

And an orange flower for the Colour of the month.
Growing on my Moon Hill, a survivor from last summer's sowing of all my flower seeds
I have no idea what it is, and orange is probably the colour it is hardest to find in the Owlery.

Haveuglen har fået fine nye blå blomster, og en frø på besøg.
GardenOwl has new blue flowers, and a frog has come visiting.


Og et par overraskelser ~ and a couple of surprises.

Vi fældede et lille træ, og under barken var det ... pink!
We cut down a small tree, and under the bark the cambium was ... pink!

Nogen af vore æg er grønne på ydersiden, men det her var også grønt indeni. Det blev ikke spist.
Some of our eggs are green on the outside. This one was green inside too. We did not eat it.

lørdag den 18. maj 2024

Ik' mig ~ Not Me

I Ugleboet er der, eller rettere der var 6 ugleunger. Nu er de fleste voksne, men engang vrimlede det med ugleunger i Uglebo.
     Nogle gange føltes det som meget mere end 6 børn. Og nogle gange, når vi var på rejse, var jeg sikker på, at jeg havde efterladt et barn, og måtte tælle dem, nogle gange mere end én gang. Men jeg nåede altid til 6. Hverken mere eller mindre.
     Andre gange var jeg helt sikker på, at jeg havde et ekstra barn. Når jeg spurgte ugleungerne, hvem der havde glemt mælken på bordet, brugt alt toiletpapiret, hældt vand ud over det hele eller ladet fryseren stå åben, var de alle enige om, at det var Ik'mig, der var den skyldige.
     Jeg har aldrig mødt det barn. Ik'mig var aldrig til stede ved måltiderne, heller ikke når vi bad aftenbøn, eller når der skulle vaskes op eller luges. Kort sagt var det kun når der ikke var nogen forældre til stede, at Ik'mig sneg sig ind og lavede sine gale streger.
     Eftersom jeg aldrig så Ik'mig, vidste jeg jo heller ikke om Ik'mig nu var en dreng eller en pige. Men i forgårs var håndvasken på badeværelset overdrysset med de der små skægstubbe, der kommer, når nogen barberer sig. Skribenten har fuldskæg, så han var uskyldig. Næste morgen spurgte jeg alle de tre - mandlige - ugleunger, der stadig bor hjemme, og endnu en gang var de enige. Det var Ik'mig.
     Konklusionen? Ik'mig er en dreng!

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In the Owlery are, or was 6 Owlets. Now they're mostly grown, but once upon a time the Owlery was teeming.

Sometimes it felt like a lot more than 6 children. And sometime when travelling I was sure that I had left behind a child, and had to count them, sometimes more than once. But always I made it to 6. Not more, not less.

At other times, I was sure I had an extra child. Often when I asked the Owlets who left the milk on the table, used up all the toilet paper, poured water all over or left the freezer open they all agreed that Not Me was the guilty child.

I never met said child.Not Me was never present at meals, not even when we said grace, nor when the dishes were to be done or the weeds pulled. In short only when no parents were around did Not Me sneak in and do its business. I say "its" because until yesterday I did not know if Not Me were a boy or a girl. But the day before yesterday the bathroom sink was sprinkled with the small ends of beard left over from shaving. The Writer has a beard, so not guilty. Next morning I asked all of the three - male - Owlets still at home, and once again they agreed. It was Not Me. The conclusion? Not Me is a boy!

fredag den 17. maj 2024

Fredagsfrustration:: Overvågningssamfundet

A rant over the Surveillance state - now as compared to how it was when I was young.

Hver gang der sker et eller andet frygteligt, taler alle om, at vi må have noget mere overvågning. Det er sjovt nok altid kameraer og den slags, de mener. Det moderne, digitale overvågningssamfund.

Da jeg var lille, havde vi også et overvågningssamfund - det var bare mennesker, der stod for overvågningen:
  • Der var personale på banegårdene, selv de mindste. Der var bemandede billetluger, en lille kiosk og der var toiletter med "tissekoner". På de bare lidt større banegårde var der også en bagageopbevaring, hvor man kunne få passet på sin kuffert, mens man så sig om i byen.
  • Der var billetkontrollører i alle tog.
  • Der var små butikker rigtig mange steder, og indehaveren stod tit i vinduet eller i døren mellem kunderne og kiggede ud.
  • Der var politibetjente i mange vejkryds, de gik rundt i gaderne eller kørte langsomt rundt i villakvarteret.
  • Der var portnere på større arbejdspladser.
  • Der var portnersker i nogle opgange.
  • Der var hotelportierer på alle hoteller. Døgnet rundt.
  • Der var personale på hospitaler og plejehjem.
  • Der kom postbude forbi 2 gange om dagen
  • Der kom el- og gasmåleraflæsere flere gange om året, og en vognmand med olie eller kul eller petroleum - og de ringede på og kom indenfor.
  • Der var folk på tankstationerne, de tankede benzin på bilerne, af og til pudsede de ruder og lygter. Der var også nogen, der kunne sælge en ny pære til forlygten og hjælpe med at skifte den.
  • Der var mennesker, der tog imod tøj til vask, rens og rul, cykler til reparation, tøj til omforandring, pakker på posthuset og penge i banken.
  • Der var gadefejere der gik rundt og fejede i gaderne.
  • Der var bybude på cykel.
  • Der var postbude til fods eller på cykel - det var kun landposten virkeligt langt ude på landet, der havde en bil.
  • Der var flere gårdvagter i skolegårdene. 
  • Der var forældre og bedsteforældre, der gik med deres børn og børnebørn fra sted til sted, på indkøb, til fritidsbeskæftigelser, fra skoler og børnehaver.  
  • Der var folk, der gik på indkøb.
    Der var sjovt nok også mere "fryns". Børn fik ofte klistermærker på tanken, en skive pålæg eller en halv pølse hos slagteren og den slags. Og det var jo ikke fordi der var færre børn med på indkøb den gang ...
     Det var kort sagt stående, siddende, gående og cyklende mennesker mange flere steder end i dag. Mennesker, der holdt øje med de unge, de rejsende, de fremmede, de berusede. Folk til at spørge om hjælp, om vej, og bare til at skabe tryghed.
     Bevares, det var irriterende, når sure fru Madsen nok engang havde sladret til ens mor, fordi vi havde klædt Susannes lillesøster ud og kørte hende rundt i barnevognen. Nej, hun kunne ikke lide det!
     Men når hr. Pedersen kom fuld hjem og gik fløjtende på jagt efter os unger, var det rart at kunne smutte ind til købmanden, eller på vaskeriet, eller på tanken.
     Eller når Bengt, Mads, Søren og Michael syntes at en af os andre skulle have bank på vejen hjem, eller Pernille, Helle og Heidi syntes vi skulle have med sjippetovet. Så kom fru Øldepot ofte ud og kiggede på lømlerne, mens vi fik en chance for at rende hjem.

Stort set det eneste sted, man i dag kan opleve den verden, er sjovt nok på museer, der bliver biletterne solgt, klippet og kontrolleret af mennesker, billeder og museumsgenstande bevogtes af levende kustoder, der for det meste gerne svarer på spørgsmål og skælder blidt ud på børnene når de kommer for tæt på, og grupper på rundvisning kommer ind i alle krinkelkroge med jævne mellemrum.

onsdag den 15. maj 2024

Words for Wednesday ~ More about Gylfi and Thora ...

The Word for Wednesday challenge started a long time ago. Now it has turned into a movable feast with Elephant's Child as our coordinator; and the Words are provided by a number of people. This merry month of May they are by David M. Gascoigne.

The general idea of this challenge is to make us write. Poems, stories, subtitles, tales, jokes, haiku, crosswords, puns, ... you're the boss.
Use all Words, some Words, one Word, or even none of them if that makes your creative juices flow. Anything goes, only please nothing rude or vulgar.

 It is also a challenge, where the old saying
"The more the merrier" holds true.

So Please, remember to follow the links, go back and read other peoples' stories. And please leave a comment after reading. Challenges like this one thrives on interaction, feedback and encouragement. And we ALL need encouragement.

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Words for Wednesday May 15:
Damn
Campaign
Missile
Vital
Assure
     And/or
 Practitioner
Movement
Futile
Eternal
Interpret

As is my wont, I used the Words in the order they were given, and continue my story from yesterday. I don't know if this still counts as a part of the A-Z Challenge ...

One day in early spring, when the days were still short, Gylfi and Thora went shopping in the much larger Selfoss for necessities not to be had in Hella and the other smallish city in the vicinity.
"Damn!" Gylfi said as he halted the car near the big roundabout in the outskirts of the town.
"Mind your language," Thora said automatically, then sat up. "Those campaigns to stop the war or whatever it is, do get worse and worse," she said, rolling up the windows as the first of a rain of missiles hit the car.
Gylfi adroitly put the car in reverse and drove backwards out of the rain of tomatoes, potatoes and a stone or two. Just as quickly he went into first gear again and drove slowly forwards. "Open the doors", he said to Thora and piloted the car between two banner-carrying youngsters. Long, wavy hair, bare feet, flowery shirts and skinny jeans made it hard to see if they were males or females, but the elderly couple trying to keep the missiles at bay with an inadequate umbrella were clearly one of each. Thora opened the back-seat door closest to them and moved over. Gylfi snuck the car up to the couple and loudly said: "Get aboard!" The two climbed aboard with a haste belying their years and dignity.
"Kiitos," the woman said, smiling at Thora, who recognized the Finnish word for thank you and smiled in return.
"Please, close the door!" Gylfi sad, turning the car away from the demonstration.  
"Mitä sanot?" the lady said. Then she shook her head and pulled a branch from her handbag. She swished it through the air and said: "Kieli on sama! ... Sorry what did you say?" she added.
Gylfi repeated: "Please close the door," and now the man, who sat next to the door complied.

For some time Gylfi concentrated on getting through the campaigners, away from the rain of tomatoes and other projectiles and avoiding the banners. Finally he turned right and took another way into town. When he stopped the car, he first of all assured himself that the windows were undamaged, then he turned to the new passengers: "Hello, I am Gylfi and this is Thora. Pleased to meet you!"
"I am Tähti Kuusisaari from Finland, and this is my brother Taavi. The pleasure is ours. Thanks for rescuing us from this chaos," the lady said.
"What was that spell?" Gylfi asked. "And no reason to play innocent. I felt the magic!"
"Are you a practitioner of magic as well?" Tähti asked, and as Thora and Gylfi both nodded agreement, she continued: "It is a simple enough one, it makes all languages like one, it so to speak reverses the Babel tower incident," she said still smiling.
Thora and Gylfi both laughed. Then Thora spoke up: "Where are you two staying? For a peace movement, I found them a bit violent." This wry comment made the others chuckle.
"We left our luggage in a locker at the bus station, and were going to find somewhere to stay. We planned on visiting Þingvellir and Hekla. We retired some years ago, and now we're visiting the Nordic countries one by one to see how much magic is left."
"You're welcome to stay at our place," Gylfi said. "There are room for the two of you in my house, I have a spare bedroom. And Thora is an excellent cook."
Thora protested and the same did the Kuusisaari twins.
"Protests are futile," Gylfi said. "Let's collect your items, get some shopping done and return to peaceful Hella to plan."
"Hella?" Taavi said, "not the place with those ancient caves?"
"Yes the very same," Thora answered. "They are an eternal source of strife in the community. Some want them to be made into a museum for posterity and more open to tourists, while others want to still be able to stove their hay, cheese and whatnot in there."
"We might be able to help interpret the old inscriptions," Taavi said,  "Maybe we need to prolong our stay here. This has become very intriguing and interesting."
... to be continued (Words willing)

tirsdag den 14. maj 2024

Ⓐ - Ⓩ follow up & Words for Wednesday ~ Gylfi 150 years

This year's A-Z Challenge featured mini biographies of all the apprentices on The Unicorn Farm - The Nordic school for magic - back in the 1970es.
I made it through all the apprentices in April. and this is the first instalment in a follow up series describing the handful of teachers gathering the broken threads of magic once again, trying to revive the magic

Ⓐ - Ⓩ

The Word for Wednesday challenge started a long time ago. Now it has turned into a movable feast with Elephant's Child as our coordinator; and the Words are provided by a number of people. Tis month by David M. Gascoigne.

The general idea of this challenge is to make us write. Poems, stories, subtitles, tales, jokes, haiku, crosswords, puns, ... you're the boss.
Use all Words, some Words, one Word, or even none of them if that makes your creative juices flow. Anything goes, only please nothing rude or vulgar.

 It is also a challenge, where the old saying
"The more the merrier" holds true. So please, visit, comment and encourage the particioants.

Words for Wednesday May 8:
Decent
 Necklace
 Ecosystem
Money
Ground
      And/or
Armed
Way
Lodge
Willing
Guardians

May 7th, a week ago today, would have marked the 150th birthday of the oldest of the professors from Unicorn Farm, Gylfi (pronounced Gilvi). And yes, this makes him over 100 years old at the time of the happenings at the Unicorn Farm. He had discovered a potion of, not youth or eternal life, but slow life when he was a young teacher at the newly founded Háskóli Íslands (University of Iceland, Reykjavík) and brewed and drank of it sparingly ever since.

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Thora worked at the library at the same university, young and insecure, she had still felt the magic in the old professor. But before she pulled her courage together to approach him, he retired, after many busy, productive years, and moved back to his parents' old, decrepit manor house quite a distance from Hella.

After putting the gardener's house in decent shape, he moved there, and enjoyed spending the nights looking upon the stars through the windows he  had installed. He was at his happiest when one night he saw the necklace of the Perseids.
Due to his magic, he was able to partially repair the broken ecosystem in the large park-like garden, even if his lack of money meant that he spent a long time doing this.

Thora retired early, as the new systems and management were not to her likings. She also moved to Hella, not knowing that she was now close to Gylfi once again. She cared for the animals of the surroundings, wild and domestic alike, and even had a cat owl staying in her small house.

One late evening, under the almost midnight sun, her owl, Brúnleita, lost its way and landed at the ground of Gylfi's manor just inside his fence. Armed only with her falconers' gloves and a tasty mouse for her owl, she found her way inside the garden. She got a bit lost looking at and caressing the many different flowers and plants in his garden. It was long before she remembered Brúnleita again. The owl had crept all the way up to the lodge, where it now sat at the verandah, hooting softly.
Willing the owl to come to her, she crossed the magic line, and set off the guardian spells that Gylfi had put in place. Gylfi recognized the magic in Thora, and she recognized him from the university.

Together they studied magic and made plants and animals thrive. Soon Thora moved into another house in the sprawling grounds of Gylfi's manor, and one day they found a room filled with books and magical stuff hidden away by Gylfi's parents when they inherited it from their parents. Books, wands, cauldrons, bottles and flasks with strange contents were placed in an attic room, forgotten, now found. 

Soon Gylfi and Thora were growing in magic back in Hella.

... to be continued.

mandag den 13. maj 2024

Poetry Monday :: Event

Poetry Monday is a challenge, normally hosted by Diane at On the Border. But from Monday, January 8, 2024, Messymimi and I have conspired to keep the chair warm for her, as she's taking a break due to health issues. We will each set the topics for one month, I began with January, Mimi supplied for February, and so on until Diane returns.

Today's word is
Event ~  I feel like I have been complaining over my health every Monday for these last many years, and today's no different. I woke Saturday morning with a toothache. Today I visited the dentist, had some X-rays and were sent home with a minimal but good repair and some antibiotics. Now I hope that this is it for some time to come. The sun is shining, the trees are green, it's time to dig, and sow, and weed, and rearrange, and, and, and ...
Event ... well I took my usual way out. I found all the  rhymes and made a nonsense poem.


--  🚀  🌳  ⭐  --

After the deep space event
most everyone was spent.
The letters all sent
and the ramrods all bent.

We burned every cent
To master the scent
But never a dent
in the elusive vent.

And then in the end
We found that they meant
To bury an Ent
And then off we went

We abducted the Ent
In a lifeboat we went
And the barrier we rend
It had a happy end!

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Next Monday: Pizza - a nice round topic 🍕

mandag den 6. maj 2024

Ⓐ - Ⓩ ~ Overwiev & Gone Visiting

This year's A-Z Challenge featured mini biographies of all the apprentices on The Unicorn Farm - The Nordic school for magic - back in the 1970es.

In this post I'll first bring an
overview of the 26 posts, describing 31 apprentices. Then comes my Gone Visiting part, where I first tell of the blogs I have been visiting, and then present at least some of those I have found during May.

I have signed up for the Roadtrip, but I won't promise to visit all blogs on that list - or to refrain from visiting or re-visiting some not on the list.


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Overview over my A-Z chapters
A for Aamu
B for Bjørn
C for Cassandra
D for David
E for Elvin and Sif
F for Fiona & Veronika
G for Grani
H for Helge
I for Ingrid
J for Jan
K for Kirstin
L for Lukas, Bo, Britta & Harald Also starring Kalle & Anna, with Helge squeezed in as well
M for Monica
N for Nicklas & Sanne
O for Olav
P for Paula & Josta
Q for Questions - cheater-post
R for Rósa
S for Selma
T for Terje
U for My from Uldervik
V for Sarah from Vestegnen
W for Hilde Westvold
X for X marks the spot - Jouka and Nata
Y for Finnbogi Yngvason
Z for Zoo and Josh


Gone Visiting
1. Blogs I have been visiting with joy during the A ~Z challenge


Postcards from the Bookstore
Light-hearted blogging on this and that.
The Curry Apple Orchard   An exiting story of the orphans Step, and Tear!
Backsies is what There is Not  Cleaning the attic and all the rest after her parents - memories, thoughts, fun!
Ramblin' with AM Gardens and ramblings.
Arbitrary Dustbunnies - Plants, very interesting and I learned a lot, Unfortunately she stopped at K
jmd CREATIVE  - Interesting, but no commenting without Disqus, so no.
Black & White  Anne E.G Nydam on woodcuts and magical plants - Botany in the realm of imagination.
The Other Side - about the game of my youth -AD&D
Messymimi's Meanderings Mimi on this and that in a busy and thankful life.


2. To be expanded
Blogs I visited and liked during the Road Trip or intend to visit
:

So much to chose from Ramblings. Informative and amusing.
The Great Raven - Literary villains


Poetry Monday :: Chest

Poetry Monday is a challenge, normally hosted by Diane at On the Border. But from Monday, January 8, 2024, Messymimi and I have conspired to keep the chair warm for her, as she's taking a break due to health issues. We will each set the topics for one month, I began with January, Mimi supplied for February, and so on until Diane returns.


Chest ~ A word with dual meanings. As I like gaming, pirates and such, I go with treasure chest.



--  🪙  💎  🦴  💎  🪙  --

Yo-ho and a bottle of Rhum
Play the fiddle, strike the drum
Find some treasure, find a chest
Loot and plunder we do best.

Skull and bones our pirate flag
Doubloons in a linen bag.
Yes, to open treasure's chest
Is the end of our quest.

Cutlasses for pirates brave
Victory or wet, wet grave.
Fight those blasted scum and pests
Till we find our treasure chest!

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Next Mondays topic:
Event

søndag den 5. maj 2024

Sunday Selections :: Spring

From our travels today ~ now yesterday, as - oops - I did not hit Publish in my hurry as the guests arrived. Sorry.

Something old:

Something new:

Something wet:

And something Orange:

For the colour of the month of May:

And as a bonus. My defiant tree in Hillerød is still growing:


torsdag den 2. maj 2024

Ⓐ - Ⓩ ~ Reflections 2
The Questions List from the Challenge Home Page

Check out my Reflection Post 1
 
-- Ⓐ - Ⓩ -- UPDATE -- Ⓐ - Ⓩ --
  • Did you win?
    - Yes!

    • Did you post an alphabet of letter-inspired posts?
      - Yes - all of them - for the first time ever!

    • Did you HOP to other A to Z participants?
      - Not as many as I would have liked - See Reflection post 1!

  • Do you believe your blog saw an increase in traffic and comments during April 2024?
    - A few

    • Did you check the MasterList to be sure your entry was correct?
      - Yes!

  • Do you feel the A to Z Team (Arlee Bird, J Lenni Dorner, Zalka Csenge Virág, John Holton, Jayden R Vincente, and Ronel) supported you, your blog, and this challenge enough in 2024? 
    - Hmm, Yes. I think it's not their job to visit all  blogs, but to make the challenge run smoothly.

    • What changes do you hope the team might consider for next year?
      - More 'policing' of the Master list - See Reflection post 1!
      - Making the Master list simpler and combine with the theme reveal. Two lists are one too many.
      - Make the links in the Master list take me to the blog proper, not to a redirection page.

    • Did you use the http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com/p/2024-graphics.html Graphics page?
      - I only discovered it today, else I would have.

      • Is the HTML useful to you?
        - Yes!

      • Are there any other images or graphics the team could offer to help you?
        - An alternative, light colouration. I disliked this years graphics, as can be seen from me not using them.
        - Letters with transparent background to be placed over my own picture would be great. 

    • Any suggestions for the team?
      - As already said, a simplification and combining of the Team Reveal and Master lists.
      - And please, keep this a blogging Challenge!

    • Any thanks?
      - Yes! To the team for creating this challenge, for my normal readers for their never failing support, and to new visitors for every comment they have left.

    • Any requests for the 2025 team's theme? (The posts you'll see on this site in April.)
      - A broad one.

    • Any post ideas or requests for our monthly posts on the blog from June to February?
      - Yes. I loved your Zip through Autumn post idea for the autumn of 2022 - something like this on a monthly - or even weekly base - would be great!

    • Have you followed the social media of the A to Z Challenge?
      - NO!

  • What was your favorite comment left by another A to Z participant on your blog during the challenge? 🏆
    - I can't say. All were good, I had none of the "Nice post, please visit my blog" variety this year.

  • Did any other A to Z participant make you and your blog feel especially valued this year?
    - All, who commented.

  • Do you have a favorite blog that you found during the challenge this year?
    - Honourable mentioning to The Curry Apple Orchard that had me waiting for new posts.

  • Do you feel you had a positive impact on the Blogging Community during the hop?
    - No, unfortunately not.

  • Did you invite or encourage any other bloggers to join the challenge?
    - No

  • Have you learned anything because of the #AtoZChallenge?
    - Yes I have ;)

  • Did you use a theme in 2024? Any thoughts on themes?
    - Yes, I used a theme: Apprentices of Unicorn Farm. I like themes but with large possibility for variety

  • Was taking part in the challenge a positive experience for you and your blog?
    - For me, yes, I got a lot written, I would probably not else have done. My blog won't divulge its feelings on this.

  • Consider the significance of the April Blogging from A to Z Challenge, our values (community and inclusion), and your feelings about the experience. How may this influence your future blogging, learning, or actions?
    - No changes, I'll keep on blogging as I have done for 12 years now.

  • Any other thoughts, feelings, and reactions to the #AtoZChallenge 2024?
    - If sign up was easier, maybe some of the "unofficial" participants would sign up.

  • Will you consider doing the challenge again next year?
    - Maybe - it depends on the Theme, and my time.

Ⓐ - Ⓩ ~ Reflections

This marks the end of this year's A-Z challenge - except for one post. I miss writing about all the professors of Unicorn Farm. That post will hopefully follow on May 7th.

Blogging from A - Z should be easy as A - B - C.

A ~ All clear: Write and post all posts from A-Z.
B ~ Been there, done that: Visit heaps of other participnats' blogs.
C ~ Comment: Comment on many of these other blogs.



  -- Ⓐ - Ⓩ --  -- Ⓐ - Ⓩ --

Let's see how I've done.

A ~ All clear. Yay! for the first time ever, I have written and posted all the posts from A - Z on their actual days.

B ~ Been there, done that. Not as good. I started out strong, visiting the blogs according to a copy of the Master list. Only already early on, I found dead links, I found links to the sign up, I found blogs not participaing in the A - Z Challenge. Some did not blog at all, some only blogged about matters not related to the A - Z Challenge. I found blogs I could or would not read from personal causes, thus no blame on the bloggers in question (If you're curious: Graphical point of view: white-on-black or with moving/dancing objects. Contents: pure self promotions, economics/business, mental health, cosmetics, most animals ...)

C ~ Comments. Not good either. I commented on some on the blogs on the list. But I did not comment on blogs where I had nothing to say, either from not knowing or caring for the subject in question, or just feeling inadequate - see above. 
  Another obstacle was that I met quite a few blogs, where the contents were interesting, and I had comments or qustions I wanted to share, only I could not, because the blog required me to log in with Disqus or some such.


Honestly, I think that with all the talk of visiting and commenting on others' blogs, and the rules for the Challenge clearly stating that to participate  

Your blog link should take readers directly to your blog. Please check it. Have a friend check it.
***This is a blog hop! We ask that anyone who signs up has a blog where any and all participants can comment (without logging in, signing up, emailing, etc).
If your blog cannot offer that, this hop might not be for you. (LINK)

the "A-Z police" ought to be a bit more on their toes.

I know that the team can only do so much, but when I agonised about this under letter C on the A-Z home blog, the team was aware of the problems, and promised to do something about it.

And a very minor complaint: Following the links in the master list take me to a "redirecting" page where I have to confirm that I want to be redirected.

This made me kind of lose steam. And my visiting beyond E or so were more ecclectic, based on themes and name of the blogs.

So far I have not found many blogs I was interested in reading or following. I am sure I would have found more, had I been more thorough, but the aforementioned obstacles took their toll. And some of those I liked, stopped A-Z'ing all too soon - sad.

I really liked that the Challenge this year again seemed to focus more on writing, reading and commenting on Blogs, and not so much on counting views/comments or directing flows to and from other SoMe.

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All in all better than previous years. I could have done better, and so could the A-Z team.

onsdag den 1. maj 2024

The Words for Wednesday May 1 & IWSG ~ Updated

This challenge started a long time ago. Now it has turned into a movable feast with Elephant's Child as our coordinator; and the Words provided by a number of people.

The general idea of this challenge is to make us write. Poems, stories, subtitles, tales, jokes, haiku, crosswords, puns, ... you're the boss.
Use all Words, some Words, one Word, or even none of them if that makes your creative juices flow. Anything goes, only please nothing rude or vulgar.

 It is also a challenge, where the old saying
"The more the merrier" holds true.

So Please, remember to follow the links, go back and read other peoples' stories. And please leave a comment after reading. Challenges like this one thrives on interaction, feedback and encouragement. And we ALL need encouragement.

Today's Words are chosen by David M. Gascoigne and published at Elephant's Child's blog.

We were given:

Least
Fundamental
People
Satisfaction
Excited

    and/or
Natural
Trashed
Profligacy
Fragile
Future


I will write, but not today. I was derailed by sunshine, a knitting club and too many meals 😉


 - - - - - -

Today is also the first Wednesday of the month. Time for the monthly Question from the Insecure Writers' Support Group


May 1 question: How do you deal with distractions when you are writing? Do they derail you?

My answer: I am a mother of 6 children, distractions in the form of noise, questions to be answered, conflicts to be solved, catastrophes to be allayed etc. do not in general derail me. I get up, deal with it and write on.
  Meals are worse, as they demand my wholehearted presence for a prolonged time, and always it's time for a meal, when I just got in the flow.
  And what can, and do, derail me is gaming, or reading other peoples' blogs. I try not to get derailed this way, but sometimes I am just sucked into that black hole existing in the screen.

Update:
As a young one, I discussed with God whether my caling was to a monastery or to a family life. Ever since, I have with varying sucess - mostly failing for the last couple of years, but with spring and May rolling around with renewed steam - worked on making family life into a training for monastic virtues.

Obedience
Just like monks and nuns are required to leave whatever they're doing, and go to the chapel when the bell sounds. I have been - am still - practising to leave what I am doing when family calls.

1. maj

Ikke noget fantastisk billede ~~ Not a fab poto
Men det er den første dag i Marias måned ~~ But today is the first day in the month of Mary.

tirsdag den 30. april 2024

Ⓐ - Ⓩ ~ Zoo / Josh Traustason

This is a series of studies for my long-time-in-the-writings book about the magic in the Nordic countries.
We are in the 70es on Unicorn Island, an island off the coast of southern Zealand. A handful of teachers have gathered the broken threads of magic once again, trying to revive the magic in Norway, Denmark, Sweden, Finland, the Faroes and partially Greenland.
Our main protagonist is Susan (me) from Elsinore and her three co-apprentices and friends Heidi, Tage and Lis living at Unicorn Island.
I grasped the chance to write a little bit about some of the lesser known apprentices in this A-Z challenge.


Ⓐ - Ⓩ

Z for Zoo and Josh Traustason

Josh lives with his father Trausti and mother Vigdís in Reykjavík, the capital of Iceland. Although he has six older brothers and sisters, he is a very lonely boy, as they are all much elder than him and most of them have left home. Josh spends much of his spare time in the nearby Zoo, talking to the cows and horses there, or reading a book while in their calming company. His father has an inkling what young Josh is missing - magic - as he is of magical descent, yet untrained. None of the older siblings have any magic at all, and Trausti do not feel like passing what little he knows to Josh.
A burden is taken from their shoulders as Thora shows up on Josh's eleventh birthday and offers him a place on the Unicorn Farm, where he joins the flying and transformations team.
Josh is dark-haired, dark-complexioned and surly of disposition. He is better with animals than with humans; when David arrives, Josh is one of his first friends. Josh also flies for Team David in the broom race and is one of the main culprits, apart from David himself, in sabotaging the brooms belonging to other participants in the race.

  - - - - -

His wand is made from juniper and his sparks are black and white.
He survives the losing of his magic, only to get involved in a gang war and shot later on.


Ⓐ - Ⓩ

And this marks the end of the A-Z Challenge 2024. One of the coming days will see a post on the professors - I think they are missing a prequel.

Using the word
Missing from the Words for Wednesday.

mandag den 29. april 2024

Poetry Monday :: Quiet

Poetry Monday is a challenge, normally hosted by Diane at On the Border. But from Monday, January 8, 2024, Messymimi and I have conspired to keep the chair warm for her, as she's taking a break due to health issues. We will each set the topics for one month, I began with January, Mimi supplied for February, and so on until Diane returns.


Quiet? I'm not quiet, my house is seldom quiet, three Owlets, one Writer and one MotherOwl make a lot of ... not noise exactly -- but sounds.  I do not miss quiet, as all those sounds are signs of life being lived.

And the only word to somewhat rhyme with Quiet is diet -- not a fave here either. At least when talking of slimming diets, which is normally what is meant. Talking of the FODMAP diet, I'm happy ... this is a diet in the medical sense of the word. I'm not losing weight, I'm not saving the climate, only my own stomach from being grumpy and making my life intolerable.

-- 🫘 --

Now, can I make that into a poem -- well let me try:

Following the FODMAP diet
my stomach is happy and quiet
Eat some cabbage or a bean
wake the monster, it is mean.
No to apples, nuts and lentils
else I'm grumpy and not gentle
If you want me to be quiet
Let me keep the FODMAP diet.

 - - - - -

Next Monday, it is my turn again:
Chest
And for the weeks to come:
May 13: Event
May 20: Pizza
May 27: Politics

Ⓐ - Ⓩ ~ Finnbogi Yngvason

This is a series of studies for my long-time-in-the-writings book about the magic in the Nordic countries.
We are in the 70es on Unicorn Island, an island off the coast of southern Zealand. A handful of teachers have gathered the broken threads of magic once again, trying to revive the magic in Norway, Denmark, Sweden, Finland, the Faroes and partially Greenland.
Our main protagonist is Susan (me) from Elsinore and her three co-apprentices and friends Heidi, Tage and Lis living at Unicorn Island.
I grasped the chance to write a little bit about some of the lesser known apprentices in this A-Z challenge.


Ⓐ - Ⓩ

Y for Finnbogi Yngvason

Finnbogi is not related to any of the other magical people of Iceland, at least not in recent generations. But as he lives with his mother and father near Hella in the south of Iceland, he was also participating in the magic Saturdays, where we found Rósa and Selma. Finnbogi has always known about his magic, as both his parents are of magic lineage, and he is frustrated that he is not able to do more.
Finnbogi is softspoken, levelheaded and a fast thinker but prone to play ostrich if problems come his way.
Finnbogi loves it at the the Unicorn Farm, where he is one of the only three apprentices studying Portals major and discernment magic. He is really good at discernment magic, but a bit afraid of the responsibilities this places on him. His wand is of Pearwood emitting bright red sparks.
We meet him in earnest during the broom race, where the 15 year old boy is the leader of the opposition, making it to an overall 5th in the race.

 - - - -

Finnbogi survives losing his magic, and we find him again working with Rósa at the Museum of Sorcery and Witchcraft in Iceland.

Tomorow Z for Zoology and Josh.


Using the word
South from the Words for Wednesday.

Colour24 ~ May

The colour of May is


søndag den 28. april 2024

Sunday Selections :: Pretty Flowers and more

This has been a busy week. Sometimes so busy that I forgot to get pictures.

Last Sunday we went here. We listened to music, saw people fighting with swords and  staves, looked at pretty things, and ate cakes with plums and yuzu and lunch with lots of rice. We were at the Sakura festival in Copenhagen.

Last event of the day - where I remembered I had a camera - was the Wadaiko, drum show

On our way home we saw these almost sculptural flowers,

and my long-expected dandelion finally bloomed, not as pretty as expected.

To make up for this, the sloe bushes did their very best.

-- 🌸 --

Some days later I biked through the woods on my way to town
and stopped here
by this tree
yellow anemones grew here,
and white ones, but they were not what I was after.
These were. Sweet woodruff for my soaping. The only plant I ever succeeded in using for a naturally scented soap. I picked a large handful. It was made into a herbal tea when I arrived home. A portion was frozen for later use, and one half waited patiently for next day.

Next day I made sweet woodruff soap - and have no pictures to show of this either.

lørdag den 27. april 2024

Ⓐ - Ⓩ ~ X ... Nata and Jouka

This is a series of studies for my long-time-in-the-writings book about the magic in the Nordic countries.
  We are in the 70es on Unicorn Island, an island off the coast of southern Zealand. A handful of teachers have gathered the broken threads of magic once again, trying to revive the magic in Norway, Denmark, Sweden, Finland, the Faroes and partially Greenland.
  Our main protagonist is Susan (me) from Elsinore and her three co-apprentices and friends Heidi, Tage and Lis living at Unicorn Island.
  I grasped the chance to write a little bit about some of the lesser known apprentices in this A-Z challenge.


 Ⓐ - Ⓩ

X for "X marks the spot" ~ Nata Kanerva and Jouka Mustonen. 

Friends, not siblings this time around.


Palm Sunday in the morning, Jouka once again sat on Nata's doorstep, Over his shoulder hung a canvas bag where he had lots of things, a pocket knife, matches, edibles, books, and even a clean shirt. He enjoyed the glorious siunise, then passed the morning reading until Nata woke up and found him there. "Hi Jouka," she said. "Circus going on again at home?"
"Yea," he replied, "Dad's drunk again, the older ones have been out dancing, arriving home all night, more or less noisy, smaller ones crying, getting into everything, ruining my schoolbooks and homework given half a chance, and mom as usual sad, as usual silently scolding. I am just trying to make myself as scarce as possible."
"You know you're always welcome here. Maybe it would be an idea to stash your schoolbooks here? That way they won't be ruined," Nata looked questioning at Jouka. A slow smile spread over his narrow face.
"But first," Nata said, "you need a bath and some breakfast."   
"I second that," Jouka said happily.

After breakfast Nata found her mother and asked if Jouka could have a shelf of his own somewhere.
"I can do better," Her mother said. "That small room in the attic, there's an old cupboard, Jouka could have his stuff in there - there's room for more than books."
"Mom, you're a darling," Nata said, and Jouka thanked her profusely.
"Well," mom said. "It's only right. You and I have so much room, and Jouka so little. If I did not know that his mom and dad would raise hell given a chance, I'd say he could move in, I always wanted a son."
Jouka gave a short, hard laugh. "No, not going to happen," he said. "They need the Lapsilisä (money paid from the state to parents of children under 18) I bring."
"But you still know you're always welcome," Nata's mother said.
"Thanks!" Jouka said simply.

"Now what are we going to do in the holidays?" Jouka asked when Nata's mother had left for work.
"I have an idea," Nata said, rose, and fetched an issue of the paper, Helsingin Sanomat. "There is a an event in the park today, starting off an Easter-treasure hunt with clues for kids. One clue a day and a prize for whomever presents most solved clues Saturday morning"

They went to the park and participated in the event. They had to walk around the beds, finding flowers that were pretty, but poisonous. Together they found Aconite: "Also known as Wolfsbane," Jouka added, Foxgloves and a Daphne tree. They were then given a booklet to fill out every day and had their names signed in a list.

Every day the two children met in Nata's house, and every day Jouka's dark head and Nata's blonde were bent over the daily issue of Helsingin Sanomat.

Thursday the clues were very tough and they brought the booklet and the paper to the park, where the clue allegedly should be found.
"A place of dying?" Jouka said. "I have no idea."
"Graveyards are out of bounds, they said so in the first clue," Nata added.
"We have been to many of the famous places in Helsinki," Jouka said, "The Sibelius monument, National museum, Finlandia Hall, The Cathedral, The Mannerheim statue ... what would be missing, if this was a list of places to be seen in Helsinki?"
"The big Hospital?" Nata asked. "At least people die there."
"I do not think the hospital would be happy to be known as the dying place!" Jouka said.
"Fair enough." Nata said, "Missing also: Sveaborg, Old market, Library, Orthodox church, Rock church, Senate ..."
"Yes," Jouka interrupted her "Uspenskij cathedral. Uspenskij means dying, That's it!"
"Let's get there," Nata said.  

When they got near there, two old people asked for their help. "We're a bit lost," the man said."We were looking for the Cathedral, but we can't find it."
"We know where it is," Jouka said, "it's quite close, we were there Wednesday." As they walked with the couple to the Cathedral, they told about the treasure hunt, and their love of solving riddles."
The lady asked Jouka and Nata: "Can you also solve this one.  I have cities, but no houses; forests, but no trees; and water, but no fish. Who am I?"
Jouka and Nata whispered together, and  then Jouka spoke up: "It's a map!"
Then the man said: "A father’s child, a mother’s child, yet no one’s son. Who am I?"
"That's easy," Nata said. "It's me, a daughter."
"And a final one"," the lady said. "I always run but never walk, often murmur, never talk. I have a bed but never sleep; an open mouth but never eat. Who am I?"

Jouka thought long and longer, Nata did the same. They whispered, they repeated the words. "It cannot be alive, Jouka said in the end. If it never eats and never sleeps ... It's not a road either, because roads do not speak or run, even if we say so."
"This one does not speak either, only murmurs," Nata said. "And it run, but does not walk .. Maybe time?"
"No," Jouka said, "Time has no bed." Nata shook her head. "A bed," he said slowly "I know, at least I think I do. A river. Try it out."
"Runs, but never walks; check," Nata said. "Murmurs, I suppose you could say so of the sound from a running river, never talks at least. Have a bed, yup, and never sleeps. An open mouth? ... what's the mouth of a river ... oh yes of course it is a river." The last she said loud enough for the elderly couple to hear.
"True it is a river," the lady said. "We'd like to treat you two to an ice cream here in the park."
"Yes please!" Jouka and Nata said in unison.
As they sat on a bench and table set in the park each eating an ice cream cone, Jouka suddenly said. "You were not lost at all. You live here in Helsinki, same as we."
"True," the man said. "We were testing you."
"Is it a part of the Treasure hunt from the paper?" Nata asked, "and is it true that today's clue is the Uspenskij cathedral?"
"No, sorry," the lady said. "We're magic snoopers."
"You're what?" Nata said. "That sounds like something out of a bad movie."
"No it's true," Josh said.
"You can feel it," The lady said.
"Yes, or maybe ... Don't laugh, sometimes when people are lying, I see some kind of colour over them. Like red, orangish. If on the other hand they tell a truth that seems unlikely - like what you just said. I see a blue or green light over you. No, I'm not crazy, and sorry Nata, I have tried to tell you, but you were not listening very much."
"It's because I see the same," she said, shaking. "Only not so much any more. I once told my mother, and she said to stop doing it. It was evil. Some sort of witchcraft."   
"But it is, some sort of witchcraft, that is, not evil," the man said. "We are wizards, and we're out to find apprentices for our new school, would you like to join? I'm Taavi, and this is Tähti," the lady rose and bowed. Suddenly the children noticed that while she was certainly old, she was in no way weak or senile. She smiled, and her eyes danced with mirth. "You should see yourselves right now," she laughed. "Your brains are whirring, and you're almost tying yourself into knots so as not to believe us."
She pulled out a slender branch and swished it through the air whispering a short command. Then she rose into the air. Taavi also pulled his wand and swished it with a few words. Rose petals began raining gently all over the table and surroundings.
Jouka and Nata sat down, Then Jouka closed his open mouth. "But how, I mean why, I mean I did not think magic really existed. And how did you find us?"
"We have looked for children with magic, as I said we're snoopers, or rather it's a part of our job."
"I'd like to come," Jouka said, but then his face drooped. "But I'll never get my parent's permission. They want me to stay in the school with no payment" - he said this last as if it was one word.
"The school will be in the holidays" Täthi explained. "And your parents need not know where you're going. For that sake, you can tell them you've gotten a job for the holidays."
"But that's lying!" Jouka said.
"Do your parents know when somebody are lying? or  any of your brothers or sisters?"
"No," Jouka almost whispered, "they don't."
"I thought as much," Täthi said. "None of them can do magic, You're the only one."
"And me," Nata said. "I'm fairly free to come and go. Mother always works during the holidays, she says it pays better, gives her goodwill and that I'm bright enough to be able to miss a week here and there for us to travel anyway."
"Smart Mom, and she's even right." Taavi said.
"It's a deal?" Tähti said. Nata and Jouka nodded, and Tähti added: "I'll send you a letter closer to the summer holidays, telling where to go and such. No problems, Jouka, it will look as a working contract for you, and for Nata like an invitation to a 4H course."
"We'll be able to pay you a small salary," Taavi said calmingly to Jouka. "You won't be found out!"
"Now off to the Cathedral of the Dormition you go. That's the technical name for the Uspenkij Catedral. It sure is the right clue." Tähti said.

Nata and Jouka found the clue, they also found the Saturday one and each got a big bag of Easter eggs.

At the Unicorn Farm, Nata joined the healing and flying team, eventually flying for the Yellow team in the broom race, and Jouka was one of the only three apprentices taking to Portals major and Discernment magic.

Jouka's wand was made out of maple, and his sparks were bright red and green. Nata's birchen wand emitted yellow sparks. They both died after losing their magic again.

 - - - - -

Monday Y for Finnbogi Yngvasson.


Using the photo and the words
Foxglove and Event from the Words for Wednesday.

fredag den 26. april 2024

Ⓐ - Ⓩ ~ Hilde Westvold

This is a series of studies for my long-time-in-the-writings book about the magic in the Nordic countries.
We are in the 70es on Unicorn Island, an island off the coast of southern Zealand. A handful of teachers have gathered the broken threads of magic once again, trying to revive the magic in Norway, Denmark, Sweden, Finland, the Faroes and partially Greenland.
Our main protagonist is Susan (me) from Elsinore and her three co-apprentices and friends Heidi, Tage and Lis living at Unicorn Island.
I grasped the chance to write a little bit about some of the lesser known apprentices in this A-Z challenge.


Ⓐ - Ⓩ

Hilde Westwold from Norway

Hilde lives with her parents far from everything. She herself tells of her life here:
"I am an only child of two magical parents and they home-schooled me, and taught me everything they knew both about magic and the world. We live far away in the country, and we're used to being self reliant and hard working."
  Her appearance is homely in every sense of the word, squat, mousegrey hair, coarse features and manners. Combined with her obvious good brains and memory and having been taught much of what the others are fighting to learn, her aptitude to corect the other apprentices with a mine of "how hard can it be" makes Hilde not generally liked by the other apprentices of her nature team or indeed by any of the other apprentices. One day, not long after the Easter fire that changed this, she tells about growing up and magic.
"It seems that Nature magic is a kind of magic needing almost no wands," Hilde began her tale. "We lived alone, far from any big, or even small cities. We had an old, decrepit car, and once a month - more frequently in Winter and early spring, my father drove to the nearest town. Ther he shopped and sent off his work - to this day I do not know what he did. He worked all winter, rising early, going for a run, and then typing away all day in a small room in the upper floor. He always kept it carefully locked, and after he retired, it was cleared, and everything in there, even the furniture, burned. I suspect som kind of intelligence or espionage. Anyway -- from early spring well into autumn we worked from dawn to dusk, tending plants, feeding our cows, poultry and rabbits, weeding fields, hoisting water from the well, picking, canning, milking, picking seeds for next year, in short making sure to suevive another winter. Father also sold some of our surplus in autumn, and brought home sugar, tea and spices and needles, fabric and such. In winter, when my father wrote, mother and I sewed, wowe baskets, made spoons and containers from wood, we also learned and studied. We had one very old wand for all three of us, It had belonged to my mother's grandmother, it was decrepit, and for every use its magic grew less. So we only used it for real emergencies. But for the growing things, and such ... mom called it blessing magic ... only our hands were needed. We held our hands cupped around a plant or a chicken that was blighted or ill, then we sang, mom and dad taught me all the songs you have been studying here as well, and mostly the plants grew true and the small ones thrived. We also dabbled in potions, but we did not know enough, and we could not find anything to study.
  You can imagine our happines when Jon and Tähti showed up one day in Spring and sung wands for my parents and promised that I could go to school here. Singing of wands seems to have been a forgotten craft until recently, and only a few magic people have travelled far enough, or been lucky enough to find a wand maker in another country."

 - - - - - -

Hilde loses her magic same as all the rest of the magic society in the Nordic countries. Instead of expanding, they had to close down. Gilvi visited all of the parents, grandparents, cousins, friends ... in short all and sundry for whom Tähti or Thora had sung wands in the past three years, making them break their wands, and cast the forgetting spell on themselves, as a preamble to the terrible summer party at Unicorn Farm (not online).

Hilde's wand is made from spruce, emitting kitchen blue sparks. She survived the loss of her magic by efficiently burying herself in her studies to become a nurse. We meet her again as a busy nurse and grandmother in Birch Manor.

Ⓐ - Ⓩ

Tomorrow X for "X marks the spot"

Fredagsfrustration ~ Store bededag

  I dag er det fredag i fjerde uge i påsken. Tidligere var det store bededag denne dag, men i år er det en ganske almindelig hverdag. Ugleungerne er i skole, Skribenten er på vej ud af døren ... og det er overskyet og regnfuldt.
  Så langt jeg husker tilbage, har solen skinnet store bededag - i hvert fald her i Nordsjælland. Men i dag stod vi op til regn, og resten af dagen lover ikke meget bedre. Det er meget passende!

Jeg savner store bededag!

Og jeg citerer mig selv fra sidste år:
      Store Bededag er en fridag, der har betydet meget for mig i de forgangne år. Det er så at sige en "gratis" fridag. Butikkerne er lukkede, så vi kan heller ikke tage på indkøb. Vi får ikke gæster, vi skal ikke i kirke. Kort sagt, vi har bare fri, der er ingen, der forventer noget af os, ingenting vi skal.
     Det kommer jeg i den grad til at savne i de kommende år, det, og så den her lettede, boblende frie fornemmelse, når dagen ender af "Tænk, det er kun lørdag i morgen!"


Today is Friday in the 4th week of  Easter. Until now it was a holiday, Common (or great) prayer day, but this year for the first time it is just another Friday. The Owlets are off to school, the Writer is on his way out of the door as well, and the weather is cloudy and rainy.

So far the weather on this day has always been sunny, cold and windy maybe, but sunny. Today is the first rain on thins day for a long, long time. I woke up to the sound of rain on my window panes, and the rest of today looks the same.

I miss this holiday.

It was so to say a "free" holiday. Nobody expected anything from us, the shops were closed, so no shopping, we were not having any guests, we were not supposed to go to church (this was a Protestant prayer day only 😉). Not a thing in the calendar, and when the day ended, I always have had this light, bubbly feeling: Tomorrow is only Saturday! This feeling - of a week with two Saturdays - I am sorely going to miss in years to come.

Vejret sørger med mig ~ the weather commiserates.